blow the whistle — c.s x fem!oc
ix. bathhouse .ᐟ (written chapter)
spending summer vacation at your aunts beach house? perfect. the buff, tanned, and very curious lifeguard taking a liking in you? even more perfect. having to leave him behind...? not-so-perfect.
warnings | suggestive, swearing, rin wants san and she wants him NOW, wooyoung is drunk, smoking weed, alcohol, soobin.
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“did wooyoung just admit to loving jihyo?” yeosang chuckles as he shows you the comment wooyoung left on his post.
you shrug, “he’s drunk. he doesn’t even know where he is right now.” at some point after wooyoung came with two cans of beer, soobin ran off. now, where he ran off to is beyond you. it’s beyond anyone, actually.
“hey! i hear you,” wooyoung slurs his words as he wobbles towards the two of you, “if you get to smoke then i get to drink.”
“oh i see, where are we again?” you ask.
“uhhh- hic- the pool, duh. do you not see the- hic- water?” you look at yeosang with your eyebrow raised. point proven. “hey! i don’t love jihyo.”
“i never said you did, honey.”
“aaawwwww i love you soooo muchhhh” you grimace as he rubs his body all over your own. mina steps next to you guys and peels him off you, dragging him away towards the bonfire.
“personal space, woo,” she drones.
he’s switched victims now, “mmm minnaaaa you smell so nice,” how unfortunate for mina, your inner thoughts tell you. you take the opportunity to slip away and head towards the bonfire where you last saw the rest of the group, spotting an empty seat and taking it without hesitation. as you look around you don’t see many familiar faces, only mina and wooyoung but she’s too busy dragging him across the beach.
as if answering your prayers… “yo, take the rest of this for me,” you look up to your left and see soobin holding out a half-smoked blunt to you.
“back so soon? you don’t want it?”
“i wouldn’t be giving it to you if i did,” he sighs as he sits in the sand next to you. you shrug, placing your beer can in the built-in cup holder on your seat and hold your hand out for a lighter.
you take a slow drag of the blunt, the smoke engulfing the area once you exhale. “did you lace this?” you question, tossing the lighter back to him.
soobin quirks his eyebrow at you, “i don’t know, did i?” watching the slight horrified look form on your face he laughs, “chill, i’m not that type of dealer.”
“soobin! come here, giselle needs you!” a voice calls from the distance. soobin throws his head back with a groan, eliciting a snicker out of you.
“of course she does, that fucking druggie,” he sighs as he stands now, “enjoy my parting gift.” and with that he jogs off. what even is life right now? you can’t help but think as your eyes follow him.
your eyes close as you lean back in your seat, taking hits here and there with a relaxed sigh. the mixture of sounds flooding your ears—very loud conversations, music, and the splashing of waves crashing down on the sand. just as you pull your beer can up to your face, you can feel a warm presence to your right. naturally, you look over. big mistake.
“it’s pretty warm tonight,” san states, folding his lips together. he takes the empty seat next to you and begins watching the bonfire, awarding you the privilege of noticing the dimple on his cheek, cute. your heart rate has tripled just being in his presence, and you pray his affect on you isn’t noticeable.
“mhm, it is summer after all.”
“i was going to offer you a sweater considering you’re only wearing…” his eyes rake over your body, “that. but that’d be a bit contradictory, wouldn’t it?” a chuckle leaves his lips as you let out a puff of air.
“just a tad.” the two of you stare at one another for a moment, the tension palpable. you can’t help but to gaze at his perfectly-carved body, damn near drooling at the sight. pathetic? maybe, but you are only a girl after all. a girl who knows what she wants, even just for a moment.
you extend your hand out to him, offering the blunt. a smirk grows on his face before he takes it from you, puffing on it once or twice. it’s silent for a beat, “my name’s san, although you already know that. i figured it’d be nice to introduce myself in person,” he’s handing the blunt back now, which you gladly take.
“what would you say if i told you i didn’t know your name?” you tilt your head, a mischievous smile plastered on your face.
he looks towards the fire once again, mischief plastered all over his features, “i’d say you’re full of it.”
“aren’t you humble,” the playful tone in your voice tells him you aren’t being serious, “i’m haerin.”
his tongue pokes at his cheek, that fucking smirk still smeared on his face. he’s shirtless, as usual, and in his lifeguard attire. red swim shorts, whistle around his neck, and sunglasses slicking his hair back. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a sight to see.
your legs cross now as you lean forward a bit, taking another hit of the blunt whilst eyeing him, “let’s say i don’t know how to swim. would you blow the whistle if i ran into the water?” you ask, a seductive undertone in your voice. you’re testing him. the smoke passed through your lips as you spoke, elbow resting on your thigh with your chin nestled in your palm.
“huh?” his head snaps to look at you now. what did you just say to him?
“would you blow the whistle,” you nod your head towards his neck, “if i went in the water.” he seems to be in a daze. confused? oddly attracted? all of the above. his lips are parted, eyebrows pinched together just slightly. his hazy eyes stay glued to your glossed-over ones.
“yeah,” san breathes out. he has no idea what he’s saying yes to. nothing but you clouding his mind. you’re really pretty, prettier than any of the girls he’s messed around with before. he would even call you beautiful if he ever finds the courage to do so.
you smile, “alright, let’s find out,” you stand now, handing him the blunt and walking away, which somehow makes this all the more confusing for san. you aren’t walking in the direction of the water—but instead towards the bathhouse. he may or may not have taken that literally. you look over your shoulder, throwing a smile his way. you comin’ loverboy?
san has never had a woman take the initiative before, let alone this soon. he doesn’t know what to do. granted, he knew what he was coming here for before he even got here. but it’s never been this easy for him. he barely even got the chance to shimmy his way into your heart. you’ve genuinely shocked him to his core. is he daydreaming? he repeats what you just said to him over and over again while watching you gain more and more distance. blow the whistle? what the fuck does she mean by—
will he blow the whistle? fuck, yes he will. his feet move before his brain can tell him no, taking a hit from the blunt before charging after you. the two of you disappear into the bathhouse, your giggles being drowned out by the crowd and music as he pulls you close to him.
yeah, this summer will be one for the books.
rin stand up omg… girl don’t do thaaatttt… i say as i make them do it 😈 also the wc isn’t accurate, i added extra things after i did the wc. but it’s not far off :))
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